The sainted missing huddled together to
Cogitate upon one love for
Fusing into the living poem
In front of the moonlit hearth.

Riven river
Which has overflowed with
Heart-rending love and
Earsplitting silence
Is now lumpy with lunatic breeze.

In the unearthly encounter
Such as Artemis with Apollyon,
They swallowed up apace
The aphrodisiac ambrosia.

Oxeyed heartless
Gifts nocturnal flowers
Which bloom in aphotic happiness and
Effuses all the creation
With deathless devotion
To the sweetest poem ever.

I exhale my life from the top.

Acting up underneath the tablecloth

My pitiful, fairy rabid dog

Is devouring a slice of my flesh.



Can't you recollect?

We played in the snow on the icy lake

Which had a sharp edge to the grin.



Come in my narcosis.

All the secondary entity confides in you.

I wish one day we'd love one another.



You see,

Today it's snowing.

O Cosmos, the motherless space
That contains the whole of art and nature.
My spirit settles down into an abyss with you.
In the time, named the first half of love,
This tranquil chaos is shining all around and
Losing all the darkness.

O Cosmos, now you and I become half sides of the creator.
The universe undulates and gives me a love.
The mortal overtakes the point of the wave and returns you a creation.

O Cosmos, we are going to the end of the creation.
We know when our world ends, but are affectionate to the fate.
Let us create precious matter with existing partners until that time,
Over and over.

In the world, it is composed of
The plain formation and human complication,
I know where my crystalline way is.

I fly through the globe like a nonexistence.
When I find out a serene ore
I hold out my arm to the world’s bottom.
The whole matter turns into a beautiful forest.

Look, those shining jewels,
Here, there and everywhere,
Threads binary/informational trees:
The verbal rain falls.

Then I swallow the blessed juice,
One vivid history was created and started as one love.